( Helena hangs back a moment, watching Harriet before she follows, sticking to the shadows out of habit, trailing her fingers along the nearest wall. She's about to speak when she realises Harriet won't be able to hear her without seeing her.
She prowls along, idly picks up the lid of a trash can, and puts it under her arm, before jogging a few steps to be caught up with Harriet again. )
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She prowls along, idly picks up the lid of a trash can, and puts it under her arm, before jogging a few steps to be caught up with Harriet again. )
Do you believe this is dream?